Primal

The text came about an hour before he was due home.

*had a fuck-ugly, shit-tastic day. be ready.*

Well, if he'd had a bad day, she knew how to make him feel better.

The outfit was one of his favorites, a creative web of string with slightly wider patches that might keep the wearer from being arrested. She loosened her hair, letting the chestnut mass wave naturally around her shoulders, and carefully applied heavy black kohl around her eyes. She left her feet bare, and curled up with a book to wait.

The door slammed open, and she looked up from her book to greet him. The words stuck in her throat when she saw the look on his face. It was cold fury, and even though she knew it wasn't directed at her, she felt a little frission of fear. She started to rise, to go to him, and stopped short when his eyes fixed on her and a low, animal growl started in his throat.

He reached her in two strides, grabbing her and pushing her against the wall with one hand as the other tore at the fragile fabric. His teeth fastened in her shoulder, drawing a gasp of pain from her. She tried to pull away, but the hand holding her to the wall slid up to circle her throat. His fingers closed in a warning, and she stopped resisting.

He was still growling as he opened his jeans, revealing his iron-hard cock. A moment later he was inside her, feeling her hot wet pussy clamping down on his erection. He still held her by the throat as he began to hammer her into the wall. His other hand squeezed her bare thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

She gasped as he fucked her furiously, feeling the orgasm starting to rise. Her knees tried to buckle, increasing the pressure on her throat, and her vision went black for a moment.

"No." It was the first actual word he'd spoken. His hands grabbed hers, pinning her wrists above her head as she gasped and moaned. "You stay with me. You cum for me now."

"Yes..." She couldn't have disobeyed. The orgasm rolled irresistibly through her. Her knees buckled again so that she was held up by his hands on her wrists and his cock inside her. The second came immediately afterward, leaving her moaning and gasping and a little dizzy.

Before she could catch her breath, he pulled out, and flung her toward the couch. "Bend over," he growled. "I want to see that ass."

She obeyed and bent over the arm of the couch. The remains of her thong were pulled away, and he grabbed a handful of her hair to wrench her head back. His other hand came down in three stinging smacks across her rear. "I'm going to fuck you until I feel better," he told her. "I'm going to use every inch of you." His fingers worked their way into her pussy again as she moaned and squirmed. "And you're going to keep cumming until I tell you you can stop."

His coc, still rock hard, replaced his fingers, and he reached around to her mouth. "Taste," he ordered.

She sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on them, and moaned as she licked them clean, feeling him pound her pussy from behind. She braced herself with one hand while she rubbed her bare breast with the other, rolling and pinching the nipple. Then yelped as he gave her hair another tug.

"Not your tit," he ordered. "Your pussy. I want you to make that pussy cum again." As she obeyed she felt his thumb pushing into the tight rosebud of her ass. She moaned again-she loved having her ass played with-and heard him growl in response. Tears of pain stung her eyes as he forced her ass open wider, and her fingers worked furiously on her clit. He let go of her hair to grab her hips with both hands and forced his cock into her tight back door.

Her shriek spurred him on, and he began reaming her ass fiercely. He held tight to her hips as she squirmed and cried. And then he heard her begin to beg.

"Please, I can't it hurts! Please let me stop!"

It was exactly what he needed, and he felt his balls begin to swell. She looked over her shoulder, and he saw the black tear tracks on her face as she continued to beg him to stop.

"Please let me rest, let me stop, please!"

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against his body, clutching her in a death grip as he finally came. She shuddered with him, her pleas gradually dying away, and the death grip became an embrace.

Carefully, he turned her to face him, brushing the hair out of her eyes and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I think I owe you some new lingerie."

Her laugh was a little shaky, but she cuddled close. "Do you feel better?"

He kissed her again, touching the mascara trails that streaked her face. "I do. You're such a good little pet." His hand stroked her arm, and he saw the bruises that were blooming on her flesh. He scooped her up and started toward the bedroom. "Let's get you cleaned up, pet."